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 Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 11:51 pm
Izumi's face only continued to grow paler as from above and moving around the roof of the elevator came the sound of someone asking something out loud followed by sporadic cursing. There was very much someone up there as heavy footsteps made their way too and fro as they searched for the entry way and Izumi knew darned well who it was.
He himself slid down into the corner opposite of Obsidian and buried his face into one of his hands, all the while both of his eyes alternating focus between the bloodied girl and the ceiling above. His heart pounded deep inside his chest and he suddenly felt desperatly sick. The sickness only grew worse as he heard the safety latch open and...
...he cursed as he fell inwards and landed on his butt instead of his feet. Not that it mattered since he'd broken a toe while shuffling around and looking for the damned entrance to Izumi's little death trap.
Rising to his feet and brushing himself off for good measure, Makito swayed his eyes from one corner to the other and sighed at the sight of each different individual.
"Jesus Izumi, you went overboard again. You still alive and okay Obsidian?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 12:08 am
Obie let out a squeek which she quickly muffled with her good hand as someone dropped down through the emergency hatch. Digging her fingers into her cheek to keep herself from saying anything, her eyes opened wide when she saw that it was Makito. Looking over to Izumi cowering in the corner, confusion fell across her brow and she slowly turned her eyes up to Makito.
"Maki-chan..." she found herself saying hoarsely as her hand slowly fell away from her mouth. Her tears of fear turned into tears of uncertain relief and she tried to push herself up to her feet, but all the strength she had completely left her and she stopped trying to fight it. "I'm okay," she said softly, looking back over at Izumi.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 12:27 am
"Just stay sitting down, I'll get us out of here so don't move any more than you absolutly need too. I'm pretty sure Izumi broke a few things on you and the last thing I want or need is for you to puncture something and internally bleed."
Makito looked at Obsidian and smiled reassuringly, not reaching towards her or even moving in her direction. He wanted her to know she was going to be okay now but wasn't too sure of the extent of her injuries...so he decided she'd be best left untouched unless by the medics.
Without another word, however, he turned towards Izumi and quickly moved by his side before pulling the pale and clearly shaken lad to his feet. Makito didn't even think twice about pulling his fist back and delivering two heavy blows to Izumi's stomach causing the other to double over and start to heavy from the pain and the sudden intake of air he'd experianced.
"We're going to let him throw up the key to start this so we can just go down straight to the emergency room's floor. And if you're wondering how I knew he'd swallowed the key, let's just say he'd got wierd habits that I've picked up on."
And as Makito predicted Izumi heavied up the key onto the elevator floor, where it sat amongst what appeared to be paper clips and crumpled paper. Wierd habit indeed.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 12:40 am
Obie sniffed and nodded at Makito's instructions and reassuring smile, dropping one of her knees down to ease the pressure on her damaged ribs. Reaching up with her uninjured hand, she tried to wipe away the tears that didn't seem to want to quit falling. Watching him go to Izumi, she blinked as he pulled his friend up to his feet and delivered heavy blows to his stomach. Watching with slightly horrified fascination, she slipped her hand back over her mouth as the contents of Izumi's stomach splattered to the floor. Seeing the other bits that did not belong, she frowned a little and looked back up at the boys. Izumi truly needed some help.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 12:52 am
Makito sighed and fished the key out of the vomit after kneeling down, his eyes resting on Izumi's still slightly heaving frame. He did show a small sign of remorse for what he did by reaching over and rubbing Izumi's back softly, his eyes downcast and a soft smile on his face.
"I see you still haven't gotten over the habit Yasu-chan forced on you. One of these days I'm sure you'll start swallowing tacks too, huh?"
"Shu..."
Izumi didn't really answer fully as he dropped to his own knees with a final dry heave and buckled shoulders. His stomach pained him way beyond the increasing pulse of discomfort from his broken fingers, yet he knew he couldn't do anything about other until more pain killers came into the process.
"Urg. Feel...awful..."
Makito shrugged his shoulder and reached his arms out to Izumi who seemed to fall into them regardles of if he wanted to or not. It was almost a backwards image of the pair with the one who looked so sickly and frail holding the clearly heathier boy like he was dying.
"Obie-chan, can you move one of your hands enough to start the elevator back up? This lump is down for the count."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 12:58 am
Obie continued to watch the boys for a moment, then very carefully and painfully shifted onto her knees. Keeping her distance from both the vomit and Izumi, she reached out her good hand and took the key from Makito. Turning away from them, her hand shook a little as she attempted to fit the key into its hole. Closing her eyes briefly, she swallowed back all the pain and fear she had felt and forced her hand to be steady. Sliding it into the hole, she turned it and reached for the bottom floor button. With a soft groan, she sank back down into her corner and leaned her head against the wall. It was almost over.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 10:14 pm
Izumi really just laid in Makito's arms and stared at Obsidian and the ceiling with alternating glances. His face was pale and sweaty, not to mention he had small bits of vomit that clung to his chin from Makito's oh-so-kind key retrieval process.
"Izumi wipe your face, you're gross right now."
He reached with his hand and wiped his chin clean on the egde of his sleeve, his gaze now fully focusing on Obsidian. His eyes were sort of glazed and watery, like he was in way more pain than he usually let on. Maybe he could withstand all kinds of pain except for broken fingers and getting punch to the stomach...or maybe he was in more pain because it was Makito who had injured him.
"....Maki, I..."
"I don't really want to listen to you right now. What's important is I find a way to get you the hell out of here before the fuzz arrives and we both become embroiled in some deep s**t. I doubt your grandma would be happy to have them come to the house -again- to talk about you."
Makito looked at Obsidian more as he spoke since it appeared he was beyond disgusted by the youth in his arm's actions. He'd always known that Izumi would snap eventually and brutally injure a woman...but in all honesty he was glad that he still had enough sense to not kill one or beat in her face. With what appeared to just be a bruise from being slapped, Obsidian's face had come out in the clear.
"Obie-chan, how is your hand? I'm guessing that he probably destroyed most of the bones in your fingers and may have severed a few nerves. The good thing is you're not bleeding profusely so it means he didn't hit a vein or anything. Do you feel any internal pain, an ache of any kind, other than your broken ribs?"
He was seriously concerned about Obsidian's future and health, but he wouldn't openly admit that he was twice as worried about the fate of the youth in his arms. They were in a public place and Izumi could not hide from the gaze of dozens of normal citizens - not after beating and nearly killing a young woman.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 11:46 pm
Obie watched the boys as the elevator began its slow descent and tried to ignore Izumi's eyes on her. Listening to Makito talk about the police, she dropped her eyes down to her lap and lifted her uninjured hand away from the other to properly look down at it. Her stomach turned violently at the intersting colors her fingers were turning and she looked back up at him as he spoke to her.
"It hurts. It hurts to even move my arm," she said softly, carefully wrapping her other arm over it protectively. "My head," she said, closing her eyes for a moment. "He hit my head against the wall a few times. It's pounding so hard right now," she said, opening her eyes again and they fell on Izumi with fear and hatred in them. All she wanted to know, was what she had done to truly deserve what had been done to her. It terrified her beyond rational thought that this had all been done out of the simple pleasure of watching someone suffer. Shifting a little, she dropped her eyes away from him once more.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 12:14 am
"Well your face seems to be in a decent enough state so I guess we both should be thankful for that. I was worried he'd break your nose or rip out an eyeball. He's done it before...but never to a girl."
Almost sensing the trouble brewing even further between the pair that both sat crumpled Makito slowly placed his chapped and reddened hand over Izumi's eyes, a motion to which the younger youth made no effort to retaliate. The hand jsut simply rested there while the other held Izumi firmly yet tenderly around the shoulders.
"Obsidian, all things aside, what are you going to do about this? You could have Izumi arrested and sent to jail or prison for aggrivated assualt against you, and you know he'll serve, or you could do something else. I warn you though,"
He paused.
"If Izumi was to go to jail and someone in his family found out who it was that sent him...there would be revenge. It may and probably would be in a way you'd not notice at first, but I'm sure Yasu-chan and Obaasama would not take too happily to him being locked away for something that didn't involve him killing a person."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 12:25 am
Obie swallowed hard and her eyes darted over to the wall she was leaning against as she listened to Makito speak. She truly did not doubt it, she thought, staring at the dull relection of her skin against the brushed steel.
"I just want to forget," she said softly. "I don't care what happens to him. I truly don't," she said flatly, keeping her eyes on the fixed point she was staring at on the wall. It didn't matter anymore. Even if his family did not retaliate, she would always live in fear of him coming after her for revenge if she sent him away. She didn't expect she was much safer letting him roam free, but at least he would not have that to hold against her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 12:34 am
"I also know it probably won't mean a word to you if either of us said it but I swear to you this will be the last you see...of either of us."
Makito turned his head away from Obsidian for the first time since he really got into the elevator and set the whole escape route back into motion. He looked terribly sad as he spoke the words to her, but there also seemed to be a flicker of pride in his eyes as well.
"He won't object to me taking him away from here, most likely to a place like Italy or America. Somewhere far away from here and you...so you'll be safe. He won't object to it as long as I go with him...and do you want to know why?"
He slid his hand off Izumi's eyes, and when they came into view they were wide and terrified as they looked into Obsidian's own. Aside from looking terrified the youth had a look of pure embaressment on his cheeks as they were a deep and flushed shade of red.
"It's because he loves me."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 12:58 am
When Makito said that she would no longer see him, she turned her eyes back to the boys and a slight frown fell across her face. Noting the sadness in his features, she turned a little more to look at him more fully. Listening to him tell her that she would be safe, she carefully shook her head as he asked if she knew why Izumi would be so willing to accept such an exile as long as he was with him. Looking down at Izumi as Makito's hand slipped away from his eyes, she watched the fear in them with confusion, then noted the look of embarassment coloring his cheeks. At Makito's final words, she looked back up at her friend and blinked a little.
"Truly?" she found herself asking softly. "Is that... Is that why he does what he does? Why he did what he did to me?" she asked, trying to make sense of it all. If she just had a reason, any reason at all, her troubled mind would be at ease.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 1:18 am
Izumi immediately sat upright and turned his back to the pair as Makito announced that the youth did in fact love him, and before he could fully get his face out of view from the pair is was clear to see his cheeks were burning fiercely red and his eyes may have begun to water or tear up.
"...."
He rubbed the back of his head with the hand that was plastered at the fingers, and then he slowly crossed his arms still without saying anything. It almost made Izumi furious to the point of tears that Makito could take his affections and toss them around the way they did...yet he wouldn't do anything to fight back. Izumi had no way to do so.
"I'd tell you to ask him yourself but I believe you take the value and meaning of my words far more than his...and as for why he does what he does to you I can only think to say he just doesn't like you. Since he didn't damage your face I think he doesn't see you as a rival for my affections, and maybe he even thinks high enough of you being a girl to leave one of your assets alone."
Makito smirked and rubbed his shoulders tenderly, wincing slightly at the pain that radiated from his hands and feet. The red and swelling was starting to go down but it was obvious he'd stripped some skin off the top layer. He'd have to get that disinfected quickly and wrapped so it wouldn't get infected, and he inwardly cursed himself and Izumi for the injury.
"Also Obie-chan, what do you think about Izumi liking me? Do you find it disgusting like I do?"
As Makito spoke and called it disgusting, Izumi's head turned downward as his gaze was fully set there, a melancoly and almost serene expression on his features. Of course he knew he couldn't be loved by his best friend, let alone the fact that he was another man, but despite that....despite that...
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 1:33 am
Obie didn't like Makito's theory that Izumi had purely done it because he didn't like her. What the hell had she ever done to him? As Makito went on to say that he believed Izumi had thought high enough of her to leave her face undamaged, she gave a slightly bitter snort of laughter and looked back down to her hands in her lap. Considering what he had been threatening her with before Makito had arrived, she was not entirely sure of that. At Makito's question about Izumi liking him, she looked up and over at the sulking boy beside him, and had to blink a little at Makito's words. She truly had not expected him to feel that way about his friend.
"No. I don't," she said honestly, looking back at Izumi's back. "You cannot help who you love. It does not matter who or what they are," she said softly and looked back down at her hands. A truth she had found through her experiences with relationships.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 11:47 pm
"Well let's just agree to disagree on that one, shall we?"
Makito sretched his arm slightly to the side as the elevator slowly reached the bottom floor, the main lobby, and he turned to look at Izumi. The other youth had his gaze still set at the ground with his eyes closed, and he was so silent it was almost deathly eerie.
"As for you, Izumi, now would be a good time for you to try and get the hell out. I hope you're happy now that you've made it so you can never come back here and visit me."
Izumi's shoulders tensed and he quickly stood up and faced the ceiling, all the while his back still to the pair. He knew he could probably get himself out by waiting for the elevator to go up and climb through and out when it reached a floor, so for now he placed his hands on the sides of the wall and slowly judged the distance he would have to try and jump.
"....I..."
"There's no use in saying you're sorry. With you gone they'll most likely assume I beat the ever-loving s**t out of her and I'l be arrested. Now hurry up and go and don't ever come back."
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